All of my life I have been asking, "Why?" In my young years many of my conversations with Mom and Dad ended up as, "Why?" When I went to school the main questions were, "Why?" Sometimes the why was just my antagonistic nature, most especially in the teen ages. Teachers got very tired of my raised hand in class, because they knew the question I would ask, "Why?" Well, it has taken 64 years for me to finally stop asking, "Why?" I would like to tell you about it as I think many of you wonder about the same things I have, and would like some straight and direct answers as I have.
To my questions very educated people have said "YOU MUST HAVE FAITH." Well, I do have faith and it tells me, if I ask for the truth, I will get it. Not always from the educated people of earth, you must go higher for good answers.
There are some very educated people who have almost come up with the answers, but they always seem to stop short of the complete explanation of, why. Hearing Oprah talk with author M. Scott Peck on July 14, 1993, was the straw that broke the camels back and resulted in the completion of this book. Mr. Peck comes so close to the truth and is so right in his thinking, but never finishes the total explanation that covers our smallest cell to our larger solar system.
As I served in the military during Korea, I heard the reference, "It’s best that the troops not be made aware. What they don’t know, won’t hurt them and it may keep them from being injured."
It seems that all of our lives we are in the dark for our own good by those who are all knowing. Congress feels that we should not know about this or that, so it’s made confidential.
The government keeps secrets from us for our own good. I feel it’s the upper class of people, maintaining control over the lower class. Being a part of the lower class, its time we stopped hiding the truth. Here comes the truth. I hope you can handle it, and I hope the U.S. Government leaves it in the book stores where you can find it. The government will take some books off the shelves. Yes, that is true. Just try to find a copy of "WE ALMOST LOST DETROIT" by John G. Fuller, published in 1975. The U.S. Government removed it off the shelves in less than two weeks. I knew about the book ahead of time and got one of the first copies. It is the true story of the FIRST NUCLEAR POWER PLANT ACCIDENT COMPLETELY CONCEALED IN 1966. The U.S. Government estimated in 1966 a Nuclear accident would result in 3400 killed 43000 injured $ 7 million in damages. They estimated contamination of an area the size of Pennsylvania. Still, they allowed the building of Enrico Fermi One. After the Fermi One accident the government revised the figures on their estimate to be 102,000 KILLED 610,000 INJURIES 40,000 CANCER DEATHS $314 BILLION IN DAMAGES.
This is what they learned from Enrico Fermi One after that 1966 accident. All you ever hear about is THREE MILE ISLAND. Will we never know about the BIG SECRET OF 1966, the ENRICO FERMI Melt down?
Yes, that is right! I just skimmed out of high school. I have never gone to college. I have no degrees from higher education except two degrees in electronics. All of my life I have read. I have almost gone broke buying book’s several times in my life.
At one time had an entire multiple car garage full of books, while the cars sat outside. Today I have a very modest group of books in a very modest room. My mind is at rest in the truth I now know. I hope you may also find this rest.
Now that these things are clear, and you are fully aware of my back ground, I wish to share my hard earned answers with everyone who reads to find out why.
I ask why about my Mothers early death at 46 years. In my years as a child my Mother was a steadfast, solid as a rock person. My Dad and I counter on her every hour of the day. Always right there with wonderful and correct advice. Everything my Mother did made sense, except when she had a dream one night. All of our questions about her dream fell on deaf ears. It was not for discussion. The effect on Mom was one of confusion to Dad and me. Mother’s frustration lasted about a week. We had never seen Mom like this before.
With time, the dream forgotten, life went on. Then one hot summer day I was working in the heat of the Sun on Mom’s garden. She called me to the shade for some cold lemon aid. After cooling down, Mom asks me to use her old bellows camera and take her picture. The camera had always been off limits in fear of damage to the bellows. In shock, I ask why did she want a picture. She simple replied "You might enjoy the picture someday." Boy was she right. I look at it everyday. This picture turned out to be the only recent picture we had of Mom, Taken only a year before her death. She died in a car accident. Her life left her body at 2:00 A.M. I watched helplessly, as a teenage boy.
When we could manage to enter our old farm house in two or three days, we found vital papers already signed which relieved my Dad of all legal requirements. Our Christmas and birthday present with cards were in our store room. Mother put them there for Dad and me prior to her death.
My mother fed every animal that came near the farm. All 20 or so cats, 4 or 5 dogs were no where around after she died. Mother’s prize rose’s were all dead. Mother’s famous can goods in our basement all spoiled. First loss of can goods ever remembered to spoil of Mother’s. All of these things happened within the three or four days after her death.
Two years went by. My Dad and I had a visitor. It was a minister from the local town. He was leaving for another state and wanted to share some interesting information with us. It seems Mother had talked to him about her dream of dying. He said, "Over a year she knew she would die in an auto accident." She saw the whole thing in her dream with details that no one knew about except Dad and myself. Numerous details not in any newspapers. The news in those days didn’t headline death and auto accidents as it would today. There was only a couple of lines in the COLUMBUS DISPATCH. It sure makes a lasting impression when it happens to someone you know so well.